Date: Tue, 17 Nov 2009 11:31:28 +1000
From: Daryl Walker
Subject: The tennis court toilets
The orderly, the doctor and the patient
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David worked as an orderly in an orthopaedic ward at one of the big city
hospitals. He was 21 years old, a medical student, and this was his part
time job getting him through medical school. Sometimes it could be pretty
heavy going, but he liked the work. A lot of young men were admitted with
car and motorbike accidents, so there was plenty of eye candy for him as
well. Also, as part of his job was to help care for the patients, he often
got to wash them and help them if their mobility was reduced. All
completely professional and above board, of course, but he liked to let his
imagination dwell on the fantasies his work created.
One of David's favourite parts of the week was the ward round with the sexy
young orthopaedic surgeon, Dr Walker. Dr Walker was in his early thirties,
young for a surgeon, and in David's opinion a fantastic specimen of a real
man. About 6'2", with a broad V shaped torso, narrow hips and a
fantastically taut looking ass in his designer suit, Dr Walker was hot.
Unlike some other doctors, he was also always courteous and helpful to
David, perhaps because he knew the young man was training to become a
doctor. Although orderlies didn't usually go on ward rounds, Dr Walker
always encouraged David to come along with him and the nurses on the ward
turned a blind eye to it. David enjoyed the teaching that came with the
long ward rounds, and he also enjoyed the company of the handsome older
man. Sometimes, the orderly thought he saw a glint in the doctor's eye
when he looked at David, but he felt it was probably just wishful thinking
on his part.
Once David had been asked to go down and cover a shift in the operating
theatre, which was something he didn't get to do very often, but always
enjoyed. On this particular day, as he was getting changed into his
theatre scrubs in the male changeroom, the door opened and Dr Walker
entered.
"Hello David, they've got you working down here today, have they?" the
surgeon smiled at him.
"Uh, yes, Dr Walker, someone called in sick and I have to help out" replied
David.
"I've got an emergency on, I wasn't expecting to be here today" said the
older man. "I've been out for a run after my morning ward rounds, and
they've called me in as some young idiot has had a motorcycle accident and
has broken both of his femurs. You're welcome to watch me do the
operation, if you can manage it"
David had noticed Dr Walker was wearing tracksuit pants and a very sweaty
old T- shirt, with curly dark chest hair poking out over the top. Not the
usual suit, but a nice change. Now David could smell the sweat of the
older man in the small room. "Thanks Dr Walker, I'd love to but I'm in
another theatre today"
"That's a pity, but it is your job, so another time perhaps" replied Dr
Walker. "I guess I better have a shower before I get changed though, I
stink!" He smiled at the younger man, and started stripping off his
clothes. Not wanting to stare, David slowed down his own change of
clothes, fumbled with his locker, and looked at the orthopaedic surgeon out
of the corner of his eye.
It was an impressive sight. David had only ever seen the doctor in a suit
before. Now the full masculine glory of this superbly fit specimen was
being revealed as his few clothes fell away. A muscular, hairy chest with
fine pecs and a six pack leading to the narrow waist, marked by a
thickening treasure trail. Moist curls of damp here nested in both armpits
as the doctor unselfconsciously scratched his back. Then the tracksuit
pants came off to display long, muscled legs thick with dark hair. Lastly,
he whipped off the white underpants and tossed them carelessly on top of
the rest of the clothes. Out of the corner of his eye, David could see a
thick, uncut penis surrounded by a dense bush of untrimmed pubic hair, and
a pair of balls that could have graced a Roman statue. The young man's own
cock started to stiffen, and embarrassed, he stopped his surreptitious
glances and turned back to his locker.
"Well David, I'll see you inside" said Dr Walker, and he went into the
shower cubicle and closed the door. David quickly completed his own change
of clothes, and as the shower started running he looked around the room.
No-one else was in the room, and a wild thought was occurring to him. He
checked the shower was still running, and went over to where Dr Walker had
carelessly left his clothes. What he saw was an old T-shirt, sodden with
sweat, and next to them the tracksuit pants with the white undies on top.
Daringly, David picked up the T shirt and the man's pungent sweat hit his
nostrils with a rush. By this time, David, noticed the undies were not
quite white. In fact, they were rather dirty. Transferring his attentions
from the T-shirt, David picked up the undies and had a closer look. They
were inside out, and the most obvious thing about them was the proud
skidmark running down the back of them, stained yellow on either side from
the man's balls. David was a fan of the dirtier side of man to man sex, so
this was a major turn on for him. He lifted the dirty underwear to his
nose, and inhaled. His sense of smell was rewarded by the dark, pungent
odour of the older man's dirty ass crack and the heady smell of unwashed
balls. David's cock was now rock hard in his theatre scrubs, and he
pressed his other hand to his cock as he sniffed Dr Walker's undies
hungrily. All the while he kept an ear out for anyone coming into the
changeroom, or for the shower stopping, but it was all fine. Not wanting
to get caught however, he hurriedly put everything back and left the
changeroom to go into the main operating theatre complex.
Meanwhile, Dr Walker was now showered and clean. He towelled off and came
back into the now empty changeroom. Not having any other underwear to put
on, he had to use the ones he had been jogging in, with the theatre scrubs
on top. But his undies were sitting on top of his shirt ? surely he had
put them on top of the tracksuit pants? Picking them up, he noticed how
dirty they were. This didn't bother him in the slightest, but he had made
sure (he thought) to fold them up, not leave the skid from his previously
unwashed hole on display. Shrugging, he completed dressing and went into
the operating theatre. He walked into the tearoom to get a drink of water
before the surgery, and he saw David the young orderly walking out. The
young man was bright red and he mumbled something to Dr Waler before
walking past him. The doctor, noticed David's scrub pants were tented out
in front of him and saw a bright wet spot in the centre of the mound. He
thought about his misplaced dirty underwear, and the evidence before him,
and he smiled to himself as he drank his glass of water.
*****
The next day, David got to work for the early shift. That night, his
dreams had all been about Dr Walker, and the sweaty dirty possibilities
that his imagination raised. Finally, he had jerked off hard into his
bedsheets to stop the torment and finally get some sleep.
Today, David was looking after the young man who Dr Walker had operated on
yesterday. This was Jack Peterson, a 25 year old motorcycle rider who had
been lucky to survive a major accident with a car the day before. The
patient had broken both femurs, and was in traction. He was quite heavily
sedated and was completely helpless, with both legs encased in what looked
like medieval torture cages. Intravenous lines snaked out of both arms,
and a catheter tube filled with urine snaked out alongside the hapless
young man into a bag suspended on the bed. Despite all the damage, David
could not help but notice the scruffy young biker was very attractive. He
was about 5'10" with golden blond hair, and golden curls on his chest, and
some slightly darker gold fuzz protruding above the sheet that kept his
modesty intact.
It was quite a demanding shift, and David had to work hard. He was
surprised when he looked at the clock to see his shift was almost over.
Just as he had done this, Dr Walker came into the ward, once again dressed
in his familiar suit. He walked over to David and smiled.
"I see you've been looking after Mr Peterson" the surgeon said. "He was
the man I operated on yesterday, you remember what happened in the theatre
changeroom?" He smiled brightly as David blushed.
"I, I.." David stuttered.
"Yes, we had a conversation about this man's injuries, remember?"
"Yes, of course, Mr Walker" David said hurriedly. The surgeon had a
peculiar smile on his face, and David felt most uncomfortable.
"Well, I'm glad you're looking after him. You can learn a lot from a case
like this, and I can teach you a lot too" the surgeon responded, with a
glint in his eye.
.....
A weeks later, David was back in the ward. The patient, Jack Peterson, had
been shifted to a private room and was now awake, but still in traction and
unable to do the slightest thing for himself. This was the first time
since that David had been assigned to look after him. As he was getting
ready for shift, the buzzer rang -- it was from Jack's room. David went
into the side room and introduced himself.
"Hello Jack, I'm the ward orderly, David. Can I do anything for you?"
"Hell I wish!" cracked the patient, laughing. "But I'm not in any
condition to have any fun!"
"That's not exactly what I meant" David laughed back, "You did ring your
buzzer for help?"
"Yeah man" said the young biker. "I was wondering if someone could give me
a wash down. I'm feeling really dirty since the surgery and I can't do
anything for myself. I don't want a nurse helping me either man, I want a
dude like you to do it."
"That's ok" said David, and he went to the door and hung a "Do Not Disturb"
sign on the outside. He returned to the room and got ready to give his
patient a bed bath. He prepared a bowl of warm water, and some soap and a
flannel, and started with the young blond biker's torso. The patient was
quite sweaty and grimy after a week of no washing or showering, and he
smelled faintly like a locker room in a gym. David kept a professional
expression and worked his way along the young man's chest and back,
cleansing him. As his flannel passed over the biker's nipples, they
hardened and the young biker gave a small grunt of pleasure. David ignored
this, although his cock was hard by this stage, and he kept on going. He
worked his way down to the patient's groin, which was still covered by a
sheet. He removed this to find an impressive cut penis, still with a
catheter inserted into the tip, surrounded by a bush of golden brown public
hair, although the biker's balls were smooth and shaven. The smell of
unwashed crotch hit David like a sledgehammer, and he had to reposition
himself so his erection would not look too obvious. Despite the catheter,
Jack's cock was lengthening too and as much as he was able to despite the
traction, squirmed at David's touch. The orderly lathered the young man's
groin, and soaped up his cock and balls. He reached between the young
man's legs and worked his hand into the cleft of the patient's buttocks,
soaping between and scrubbing the man's anus with his gloved fingers. By
now Jack had an obvious erection, straining with the catheter still
draining golden piss from his cock. He groaned.
"Fuck man, that feels so good!. That's why I don't want a nurse doing
this. Shit man, I'm so fuckin horny cooped up in here. Can you give a guy
a helping hand mate?" he pleaded.
David hesitated. He was horny, but this wasn't professional. Still, it
would help his patient. He knew no-one would come into the room with the
sign on the door.
"What about the catheter?" he asked Jack. But Jack didn't answer, didn't
care. He guided David's hand to his cock, and David didn't resist. He
worked his soapy hand up and down the straining shaft, while Jack closed
his eyes and writhed in his restraints. David got his other hand, and
inserted a soap finger into the patient's tight asshole. Jack moaned
appreciatively and David slipped his finger in further. He could feel the
tip of a hard turd sitting there. After surgery, it's common to have
trouble opening your bowels, and Jack had not gone for a week. Turned on
by this, David finger fucked his patient's asshole and jerked the biker's
cock hard with his other hand. It didn't take long. The young man's anus
started contracting rhythmically against David's finger, and David watched
with amazement as Jack came, thrusting against his hand, globs of cum
spurting out adjacent to the catheter tube.
"Fuck man!" Jack gasped. "Shit that felt hot! Thanks man." He sighed.
"I better clean the rest of you now I guess" said David, putting thoughts
of his own cock away until later.
"Man, what did you do to my ass?" Jake said. "I feel like I need to shit,
and I haven't gone since before the accident."
"I had soap on my fingers, it's probably stimulated your rectum" said
David. It's pretty common to get constipated after surgery, you'll need to
go some time."
"I think I need to go now!" Jack said hurriedly.
"Ok, I'll come back in after you've gone" said David, grabbing a bed pan
for the patient.
"Please don't go!" Jack begged, "I'm scared it will hurt"
"Are you sure?" David asked him.
"Yes it's ok, stay here while I do it, I can't help myself if I get into
trouble"
No sooner had David positioned the bed pan, than Jack let out a sizeable
fart. He grunted, and strained, and his face went red with the effort. He
groaned again, and held on tight to David's hand. David watched him grunt
and strain for a few minutes, then they were both rewarded by the passage
of a monster thick turd into the bedpan, curling out in one enormous piece.
"Fuck that feels better!" Jack exclaimed.
David had never watched anyone shit before, and he was astonished to find
how horny he found it. "I'd better clean you up" he told the patient.
David got some toilet paper, and gently wiped Jack's ass clean. He had
done this for plenty of patients, but never before had he found it to be a
turn on. His gloved fingers wandered over Jack's now pouting anus as he
finished cleaning him. He then finished the rest of the bed bath, leaving
a very satisfied patient and he took the bedpan into the dirty room to
flush away the evidence.
Feeling flushed himself, David was desperate for sexual release after such
a horny episode. He looked around the ward, wondering whether anywhere
would be safe to have a wank. He spied Dr Walker's office. This was
rarely used, as the doctor had his own private rooms nearby. In any case,
he wasn't due for a ward round today. David checked the coast was clear,
and opened the door to Dr Walker's room. He locked the door after himself.
There wasn't much in here, just a desk, a filing cabinet and some chairs.
Jack looked at the seat under the desk, and wondered if Dr Walker sat here
often. He squatted down and put his nose to the fabric of the chair, and
sniffed. Nothing. He sat on the floor and imagined being under the desk,
giving a head job to Dr Walker. He undid his fly and pulled his cock out,
concentrating on the image.
No sooner had he had his cock in his hand, when hey heard footsteps and a
key fumbling at the door! He was caught -- quickly he slid himself as
silently as possible and backed himself under the desk as far as he could.
The door opened, and the person walked around the desk, sat down on the
chair David had just been sniffing, and picked up the telephone. It was Dr
Walker, and a long conversation about hospital political issues ensued.
David was horrified. He stayed as still as he could, barely daring to
breathe. The conversation went on for about 10 minutes. After it
finished, Dr Walker sat for a minute and did not move. David could not
believe the doctor could not hear his heart pounding. He seemed to be
writing something. After this, his right hand slipped down and he
scratched his balls through the Armani suit. The doctor's hand slipped
further between his legs, and scratched his ass through the trousers.
David heard a soft sigh of pleasure. He held his breath as silence
descended on the room.
"I know you're under the desk David" and amused voice said as David,
startled, banged his head against the underside of it. Dr Walker's hand
reached forward, and grasped David's chin under the desk. "I saw your ass
sticking out when I came in!" he laughed. He drew David's face into view,
but kept the young orderly in place between his legs. "What were you
doing, fantasising?" the doctor asked him, amusement written on his lips.
"Yes, I was -- about you!" David said boldly. The game was up, no point
lying about it now.
"Well, what are we going to do about this? What were you imagining?" Dr
Walker said, massaging his crotch.
"I was giving you a head job under the desk" said David.
"I think we can manage that" said the surgeon, and he quickly undid his
trousers and dropped them to the floor. Today, he was wearing no
underwear. The cock David had only glimpsed before was revealed, and it
was magnificent. Thick and dark, with a foreskin that was rapidly peeling
back over a sticky cockhead, it swelled and bobbed in front of the young
orderly's face, and he was mesmerised. David felt Dr Walker's hand press
gently on the top of his head, but he didn't need any encouragement. He
took the surgeon's penis into his mouth, and tasted the tang of urine from
the foreskin. Dr Walker also had collected and bit of smegma, and a heady
male stink rose in David's nostrils as he started to suck on the now rigid
cock. He frantically massaged his own cock under the desk as he cleaned
the doctor's dick with his tongue and mouth. Groaning with pleasure, the
surgeon placed both hand's on the young man's head and shoved it hard into
his groin as David gagged on his stinking penis. After a few minutes of
loving attention Dr Walker pulled David's reluctant mouth from his cock,
and smiled down at the young man's wet and sticky mouth.
"I've got another surprise for you" he grinned.
He stood up and kneeled on the chair, away from David. On display, his low
slung heavy balls hung free. Above, nestled between two very muscular ass
cheeks and embedded in a mass of dark curly hair, was Dr Walker's anus.
And what a specimen of male asshole. David could smell the rank sweat and
gamey smell of the man, inches away from his ass. The orderly could see
why Dr Walker had produced such an impressive skidmark on his undies. It
was obvious the older man gave nothing more than cursory attention to
personal hygiene, and David thanked the gods for this. He inhaled the
stench of the rank, hairy male butt and his cock reflexly oozed a stream of
precum onto the carpet he kneeled on. The doctor parted his buttocks, and
wriggled enticingly. David did not need any further invitation, and dove
into the asshole with his nose, lips and tongue. He sucked on the dark,
matted hair clumped around the asshole, and tasted the bitterness of
residual shit. He chewed on the doctor's ass lips, tongue fucking the
stinking hole to extract the maximum scent and flavour that was driving him
wild. He could hear the older man moaning with pleasure as he ground his
ass onto David's face. Suddenly, Do Walker climbed off the chair, and
pulled David to his feet. He grabbed the orderly's face fiercely, and
thrust his tongue deep into the younger man's mouth, grunting with
satisfaction as he smelled and tasted the scent of his own asshole on
David's lips. He put his index finger in David's mouth, and David sucked
on it eagerly as if it was a cock. The doctor then thrust the wet finger
deep into David's own asshole, which was sweaty, and no cleaner than the
doctor's. His tight young pucker accepted the finger easily, and he moaned
as the doctor fingered his asshole. He sucked on the older man's tongue
while he was being finger fucked, jerking his cock hard all the while. Dr
Walker extracted his finger, and brought it up between them. They both
sniffed the smelly, dirty digit and started kissing and licking it, their
mouths interlocked with the doctor's finger in between. Transported to
heady delights with the stench of David's dirty ass filling their nostrils,
both men jerked off frantically and came simultaneously. Globs and streams
of cum landed on the empty desk, as they kissed each other passionately and
shared their orgasms. The surgeon wiped himself off, dressed quickly, and
David knew he would have to clean up the office before he left himself!
*****
David was over the moon about the encounter, and dreamed about it ever
night, often waking to find he had experienced a wet dream, which he had
not done since he was a teenager. Working as an orderly on the orthopaedic
ward was becoming very satisfying.
About a week after this, David was working again on the ward. He had only
had glimpses and enigmatic smiles from Dr Walker in the interim. Early in
the morning, he had a message from one of the nurses that Dr Walker wanted
to give him a private tutorial that evening, after David finished work.
She said he wanted to discuss the treatment of the young man in the single
room, Jake Peterson, and to meet him there at 5pm. All day long David
wondered what would happen, and he was chastised a few times by the nurses
for daydreaming.
At 5, he went into the room where Jake was continuing to recover. The
young biker was in good spirits, and was pleased to see David.
"I'm glad you've come mate, I need to go to the toilet again, and you were
so good last time. I hate having the nurses help me" he said.
David got the bedpan after putting the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door,
and manoeuvred it under the man's buttocks. He sat by the bed as Jake
strained and pushed, letting out a couple of decent farts while he tried to
evacuate his bowels. David noticed Jake's cock was stiffening, despite the
catheter still being present, as the pressure of a large turd stimulated
his prostate gland as it descended. David's own cock was hard in his
uniform. He glanced at the clock -- now 5.15, and Dr Walker was not here.
This was a pretty enjoyable alternative though, he thought. He watched as
Jake strained to shit, but it was no use -- the young man was simply too
constipated.
Suddenly, he was aware of someone entering the room. He looked up - it was
Dr Walker.
"What's happening here, fellows?" he enquired.
"The patient, Jack I mean, is having trouble opening his bowels, Dr Walker"
replied David.
"Yes, so I see. It's common to get constipated after surgery. And it's
difficult to open your bowels when you're in traction, the position is not
ideal" observed the surgeon. "Maybe we can get Jack into a more
comfortable position." With the familiarity of his training, and with
David's help, they repositioned the complicated traction mechanism. By the
time they had finished, Jack's legs were extended up in the air and spread
apart, supported by the ropes and trolleys. Dr Walker dropped the end of
the bed, and positioned the bedpan in the floor.
"See you you go now Jack -- Your pelvis should be in a better position now.
David, come and see how this improves the previous situation" the doctor
explained.
David joined Dr Walker at the foot of the bed. With Jack's legs elevated
and spread apart, he did indeed have a much better view of `the situation'.
Jack's golden ass globes were spread apart, revealing his anus which was
surrounded by slightly darker hair. Both the doctor and his student
watched as Jack started straining again, this time more successfully, and
they studied with interest his anal lips swelling and beginning to pout.
The tip of a huge, knobbly turd began to appear, and Jack grunted and
strained as he struggled to release it. The young biker's cock was hard as
it strained against the catheter inside it, and he reached down to give his
cock a squeeze. David was so horny he did not know what to do. Sensing
movement beside him, he noticed that Dr Walker seemed to have lost his
pants and was ripping off the remainder of his clothes. Without thinking,
David began to do the same. Soon both men were naked and as hard as the
patient strung helplessly before him.
"Jack, you've done very well" Dr Walker breathed, as Jack's turd slid
cleanly into the bedpan on the floor. His asshole gaped from the effort of
passing something so hard and huge. Dr Walker stepped forward, and spat
into his hand. He rubbed the saliva over his already glistening cockhead,
and positioned it at the younger man's anus. With a quick thrust he pushed
his thick 8" cock into the patient's willing rectum, still dilated from his
massive turd. Dr Walker began fucking the patient's ass, as the bed and
all the traction equipment trembled and shook from the effort. David stood
by watching with delight, squeezing his own cock hard. After a few minutes
of vigorous pounding, Dr Walker pulled out his cock, which was dripping
with Jake's ass juices. He swiped his cock with his hand and rubbed
David's cock with his wet hand. David could smell Jake's ass, and he
needed no invitation. He took Dr Walker's place, and slid his cock into
Jake's willing, wet asshole. Dr Walker went to stand by the head of the
bed, and Jake turned his head to take the surgeon's filthy cock into his
mouth. David fucked the patient's hole hard as he watched Jake cleaning
the doctor's cock, clearly enjoying the flavour of his own ass on the man's
penis.
"Fuck him hard, David!" encouraged the doctor. "I want you to fuck his
dirty cunt, and cum inside him".
Excited by the doctor's crude comments, David redoubled his efforts and
fucked the hot, warm ass in front of him. The smell of Jake's rectum
invaded the room, and increased his excitement. He fucked the asshole
harder and harder as he watched Dr Walker's cock thrusting down Jake's
throat. He could feel orgasm approaching, and he banged his cock mightily
into the patient's gaping anus. Shudders, ran through him, and he started
pumping his sperm deep into Jake's guts as the patient's asshole gripped
his cock tightly. Three or four might shudders later, his pulled his
deflating cock from Jake's ass, dripping with ass juices and sperm.
Dr Walker motioned for him to swap places. As Jack eagerly cleaned up
David's cock, Dr Walker returned to the foot of the bed. Before resuming
his assault on Jake's ass however, he deflated the balloon of the catheter,
but left it inside the younger man's penis. This done, he pushed his hard
cock back into the now sloppy asshole and started fucking it again. Jack
started frigging his own cock, but Dr Walker pushed his hand away and would
not let him continue. He fucked the dirty, sloppy ass until he could feel
his own climax beginning to build. The thought of adding his own semen to
David's excited him greatly. As his pounding increased, he grabbed the
catheter in Jack's dick and started to withdraw it, bit by bit. Jack
gasped as a wave of pleasure/pain arose from his penis, with a severe
intensity he could not describe. Couple with the huge cock thrusting in
his ass, he could feel himself starting to orgasm without touching his
cock. As Dr Walker ripped the catheter from his penis, he began coming and
thick ropes of semen spurted out of his newly freed cock onto his belly.
As Jack started to orgasm, his abused anal muscles starting clamping
rhythmically in time to his spurt, increasing the delicious pleasure Dr
Walker's cock was experiencing. Moments after Jack came, Dr Walker emptied
his load into the biker's ass, his sperm mingling with David's in the
depths of Jack's rectum. The room stank of piss, shit, sweat and sex. Dr
Walker pulled his cock out of Jack's ass, and he was rewarded by the sight
of sperm, tinged brown by Jack's juices, dribbling out of his anus onto the
sheets.
"Well boys, I think I have taught you enough today" said the doctor. "It's
time I must leave. David, the catheter can remain out. I trust you will
clean up for me." Dr Walker wiped himself off, got dressed and left the
room with a wink to both younger men. David looked at Jack, who smiled,
and they shared a gentle kiss. David could taste Mr Walker's cock on Jacks
mouth, and he glowed with happiness. He looked forward to his next
tutorial from Dr Walker.